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there s too much food on my plate
Pass me the spoon, people say that i m crazy for not moving on to better things
you gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold
stop telling me the way i gotta play
Better shut up or get shot down, too much food on my plate, i m so over it
Now you re about to get cut up or get cut down, it s all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice Much, pass the analytical knife
He said i can have this but i can t have that, my stomachs smaller than my eyes, it s all about the know how all just a matter of taste
it s all about the know how all just a matter of taste
Too much food on my plate, it s all about the know how all just a matter of taste Jason, there s too much food on my plate
now you re about to get cut up or get cut down
believe it or not i super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box
Believe it or not i super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box, better shut up or get shot down
Instead i m sitting around trash talking with the onion rings, get up and get some, pass the analytical knife
too much food on my plate
Instead i m sitting around trash talking with the onion rings, pass me the spoon, instead i m sitting around trash talking with the onion rings
There s too much food on my plate, you gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold
living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt
now you re about to get cut up or get cut down
too much food on my plate
Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt, there s too much food on my plate
Well if you are what you eat in my case i ll be sweet so come and get some, now you re about to get cut up or get cut down Jason, you gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold
Well if you are what you eat in my case i ll be sweet so come and get some, better shut up or get shot down, pass the analytical knife
Now you re about to get cut up or get cut down, pass the analytical knife
Stop telling me the way i gotta play, he said i can have this but i can t have that
he said i can have this but i can t have that
Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt, instead i m sitting around trash talking with the onion rings
stop telling me the way i gotta play
it s all about the know how all just a matter of taste
You can say that i m one curly fry in the box of the regular, i didn t listen to what he said instead i couldn t wait to get off, saving me for last but you better not eat me at all
Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt, it s all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice Much, saving me for last but you better not eat me at all
It s all about the know how all just a matter, i m so over it
living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt
Believe it or not i super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box, he said i can have this but i can t have that, my stomachs smaller than my eyes